loved you andââ
âNo,â Virgil said angrily. âThereâs no way in hell you can convince me that you loved me. No woman could love a man one minute and then assume the worse of him the next. You only thought you loved me.â
She stared at him, knowing it would be a waste of her time to try to convince him otherwise. In his eyes, a woman who loved a man would not have believed the worst of him. But regardless of what he thought, she had loved him.
âI apologized to you, Virgil. But you didnât accept it. Great. Fine. Thatâs your prerogative. Mine is to keep moving and keep living. I canât let your inability to forgive hang over my head. Thereâs more to life than living in the past.â
She paused a moment and then in a calmer voice said, âIâll start work immediately on a plan of action for your image makeover. Iâll call you once itâs completed so we can meet to discuss it.â
With nothing else to say, she turned and walked out of the office.
* * *
Virgilâs body stiffened in anger when the door clicked shut behind Kara. She had a lot of nerve. That was all fine and dandy that she could keep moving and keep living; he could make the same claim. But what she failed to take into account was what her belief in her sisterâs lie had done to him. Had done to them. And he couldnât help noticing she hadnât refuted his words when he said sheâd only assumed she loved him. In not doing so, sheâd all but admitted heâd been merely an infatuation. That thought angered him even more.
Thereâs more to life than living in the past. Upon remembering Karaâs words, it took every ounce of control he had not to go after her and let her know that although he wasnât living in the past, it was the past heâd shared with her that had shaped him into the man he was today. A man determined not to let any woman get close to his heart again. A man whoâd been taught there was no such thing as the perfect love. A man who enjoyed being physically involved but emotionally detached from women.
She would never know how sheâd nearly destroyed him four years ago. For months he hadnât been able to eat, sleep or function like a sane person. It was only when his godbrothers had talked him into taking one of those singles cruises with them that heâd returned to the land of the living. It had taken him almost a full year to get over Kara, put her behind him. And in doing so, heâd developed an entirely new agenda and game plan when it came to women. He refused to love one, and he lusted for plenty.
And she thought she could wipe the slate clean with just an apology?
Virgil shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked over to the window and looked out. And now they would be working together to improve his image. How crazy was that? He rubbed his hand down his face. Thereâs more to life than living in the past.
He forced his mind to rethink Karaâs words, this time with deeper meaning and clarity. Maybe by carrying all this bitterness inside of him the way he had, he was living in the past, not letting go of what she had done.
Forgiving didnât mean forgetting. Nor did it mean reconciliation. What they once shared could never be regained. She was totally and completely out of his heart now, so wasnât it time he acted like it? There was no reason why they could not deal with each other on the professional level his father had alluded to. It wasnât about him or her but all about Bougard Enterprises.
Virgil figured one day he would eventually marry, especially since he needed heirs to continue the Bougard legacy. And when he did, it wouldnât be for love. Thanks to Kara Goshay he would know better the next time.
* * *
âYour father is on line one, Ms. Goshay.â
Kara released a frustrated sigh but couldnât stop the smile that touched her lips. She figured since her